GRAVITRON​

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It’s the same way a centrifuge
is an ideology

I was told stories of
whirling dervishes my mother saw as a girl
She is dyslexic, nothing more vertiginous than ds and ps and bs and qs,
           but recommends Rumi as
                    you and I involute

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Whirl is a mediation run honey, thick, hairy,
          sugar into cotton candy
It’s how the difference between “whirl” and “whir” is the L
          the word begs to pull its string and make
                    whimsical a threadbare angst

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Our tiny congregation
          on line to ride the Gravitron again
                    becAUSe whEN All iS ASlosH
                              centriPEtal force CRADles the heAD
                                        and blood in oNE PLAce AND
                                                        at least everytHING IS
                                                                                     STILL